Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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The voices are quiet now.

They have quit their eternal


The solace of the moment

Is not lost on my poor


Caravans of thoughts

Travel along my stream of


Along the pathway, we

Must leave the wayward


A chaos of twisting

Emotions longing for the


Drowning again beneath the

Cacophony of tambours


Written by uncannynerdyguy

April 26, 2010 at 10:12 am

Posted in Poetry

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